Chapter Six
"Why are there so many forms?" I whine as I push another one to the side. They're all supposed to be handwritten too. Supernaturals need to get with the program. There are perfectly good computers sitting at each desk, and yet I've had to spend the past couple of days sitting with a pen and paper forms.
"Tell me about it," a woman's voice says.
I look up to find a woman with long honey-blonde hair perching on the edge of my desk with a mug in her hands.
"You must be Pippa?" I guess.
She nods. "And you're the new girl."
"Harper, yes."
She raises an eyebrow. "Harper the harpy?"
"Yes."
"I like it, I think it's fun."
My eyebrows knit together. "You do?"
"Don't you?"
I shrug. "I've never really thought about it. It's a little annoying to have everyone react as if it's we
